Knox

For the next three days, I avoided Samantha as well as I could in our tiny cell, which seemed to only grow smaller with each hour. I welcomed the rounds of beatings from my tormentors. Each lash, each punch or cut reminded me not to yield, not to give these bastards what they wanted.

"All this can end," they taunted. "Just breed with her."

I spat in answer, right between his bulging eyes.

The guard shoved a blade and an icy sharpness ...